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Desai, ma ville belle, my heart has missed you! The romantic ache of far-away love was inspiring to every note of every concert, but off the stage, in the lonely hotel room, it was with me as well! Paris was as desolate and barren without love as an orchard in winter, and the stirring sights of Venice were quiet and empty. The conversation in Vienna could never compare to the warm camaraderie of amies et amours, and the night life in London simply made me miss the days of the Host Club that much more.
Being back now, at last, in the bosom of my beloved, is entirely too much joy! I must take everything in, must celebrate with wine and music and convivial company, must delight that at last my longing glances find the objects of their affections, and above all, must share it all with you, my city, until you may be as drunk and enchanted with bliss as I am!
Being back now, at last, in the bosom of my beloved, is entirely too much joy! I must take everything in, must celebrate with wine and music and convivial company, must delight that at last my longing glances find the objects of their affections, and above all, must share it all with you, my city, until you may be as drunk and enchanted with bliss as I am!